On Bassa

Insomuch, Bassa, as I never saw
You join male company, nor yet, in truth,
Has rumour e'er asserted that you draw
In happy slavery one favoured youth;
But for each duty crowds of women press
Around you, hidden from man's impure eye;
I thought you a Lucretia I confess;
Yet meanwhile you were fucking on the sly.
Oh, horrible! You dare two cunts unite!
To play the man, unnatural dreams you nourish!
Only the Sphinx could read this riddle right:
With males renounced, adultery can flourish.
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